Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.